i ask myself the same question too

Someone asked me what I’m doing with life. I answered them honestly as if I’m not thinking of how lovely you are when you asked me the same question. Someone smiled at me across the street and I happily waved back at them as if I wasn’t expecting to see you somewhere in between. One of my old friends told me that she missed me, and I told her that I also want to spend time with her too, as if I wasn’t wishing every night to receive just a single message from you telling me that you missed me too. My mom told me to take care of myself and I hugged her back while saying thank you, as if I wasn’t imagining that maybe later on I will still have the chance to get closer to you. The saddest thing about this, is that I cannot just easily wipe you out of my eyes. Block you away from my ears. And took you out of my heart. Baby, I just really hope that you weren’t experiencing this kind of pain. I truly hope that you are indeed happy even if you no longer knew me. Because I’ll embrace this pain until it leaves me, just like the way your love fades so easily.
—  ma.c.a // How Are You?

Hey babes! My valentine for you this year is a simple Self-Love tarot spread.


1. Something to love about myself.
What’s so great about me? What am I getting right in life? What makes me special? What can I love about myself right now?

2. Where in life can I be more patient with myself?
What am rushing myself to do? Where am I in such a hurry to grow that I need to take a breath and slow down? In what areas of life am I too much of a perfectionist?

3. Where in life can I be kinder to myself?
Do I treat myself the same way I treat others? What unimportant stuff have I been beating myself up about? How can I treat myself better?

4. Energies and strategies to draw on.
What energies can I bring in, and what strategies can I use to foster a better relationship with myself?


This spread can also be used to review and improve relationships with others. Just ask all the same questions about your relationship.

Wishing you all a happy Valentine’s Day! Much love!

katie-joyyy  asked:

Why did you guys stop talking? You seem to be in love with eachother!

I’ve been asking myself that same question all this time. The only thing that felt weird during graduation and high school was that he suddenly became distant. I just… I don’t know what went wrong, especially after that summer break we spent together after junior year. 

I thought that maybe, like me, he too felt— 

I just… I thought we got better, but I guess it was dumb of me to assume such because when school hit, he made me feel like I never existed… again. 

But enough of that, this stream is becoming sort of a therapy session, don’t you guys think? Haha, sorry! Um, are there any other questions-???

Someone to Watch Over Me: Part 6

Title: Someone to Watch Over Me: Part 6

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Series Masterlist

Summary:  You end up in the hospital; Dean and Sam have a suspect; things between you and Dean heat up.

Characters:  Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester, Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned), Charlie Bradbury, Tyson Brady, Ash, Garth, Jo Harvelle, Gabriel

Word Count:  3708

Warnings:  nsfw, language, light smut

Author’s Notes: Inspired by but does not follow the Costner/Houston movie The Bodyguard.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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THE SIGNS AS THINGS I'VE SAID BEFORE (PART TWO)
  • Aries: Looking at this from an astrological standpoint, I can see that the position of the planets want you to go stick a broom up your bottom and jump into a fire.
  • Taurus: The only good thing about summer is that I can stay in bed until 2PM and no one will question me.
  • Gemini: Hey, everyone makes mistakes. For example, my mistake is that I was born.
  • Cancer: I want to find a stick and pat all my friends with it. The patting of the stick is a symbol of friendship. No one likes the idea of my stick though and it makes me sad.
  • Leo: Whenever I feel bad about myself, I think about all the people that liked me or told me I was pretty in the past and I remember that I'm not that bad of a person.
  • Virgo: Hey dude, I know you're desperate, but that's no reason to try and lose your virginity to a nail or a piece of wood. Have standards.
  • Libra: [thinks of a cool idea] Wait... Did I actually come up with this idea myself or did I steal it from someone on Tumblr. Probably the latter, I can barely think of things myself these days.
  • Scorpio: Do you ever wish you had a time machine to prevent your parents from doing the do on the night you were conceived? Because same.
  • Sagittarius: I could be doing something good with my life like hanging with my friends and working to become a better person, but I'm too busy messing up my sleeping schedule.
  • Capricorn: I hate hypothetical questions. Like bro, don't ask me how I would react to something that isn't going to happen. It's a waste of your breath and mine.
  • Aquarius: When I die, I want to send my heart to my spouse with a note attracted that says "I would have never given you my heart while I was alive, so cherish this forever." Wait, that's assuming I live long enough to get married and it's also assuming that I get married. Never mind, there's a lot wrong with this plan.
  • Pisces: How is it possible that I mentally feel like both a 4 year old and an 84 year old?
baby sister | jughead jones

Originally posted by kylogue

a/n: thinking of making this into another small series!! based on a request!! let me know if you think i should post another part! also this is my first series where  im adding another POV get keen. also ill start a tag list for this so leave a message in my ask box or down below if you’d like to be added!!

JUGHEAD’S POV

it was another busy night at pop’s chock’lit shoppe.

booths were bursting at the seams as they celebrate the win of river dales very own bulldogs. i didn’t even need to go to the game to know that they’d won. 

teenagers and parents hustle into the diner buying burgers and fries by the dozen. me? i sat in my usual booth with my usual oder; cheese burger fries and a chocolate milkshake, with of course my laptop.

i was busy typing up my newest lead that i didn’t pay any attention to the small girl that walked through pop’s doors and ended up at the front of my booth, fries and milkshake in hand.

“can i sit?” she murmurs shifting on her feet

i tilt the lid of my laptop down gesturing with my hands for her to sit, she smiles at me placing her food infront of her as she sips on her drink.

she studies me and i close my laptop completely glance at the small girl, she looked exactly like jellybean.

“everything okay?” she nods pulling books out of her back pack and plugging her headphones into her iPod.

i open my laptop and start typing again inspiration flowing through me. we stay like this for awhile, me working on my story and the little girl writing what seemed like english homework whilst bopping her head to the music that filled her earphones.

she sighs heavily causing me to look up at her “im holly (y/l/n)” i smile “jughead jones the third” she chuckles.

“theres three of you named jughead” she giggles her laugh carrying through the diner, the dinner rush was over and most of the booths were now empty. it was just us, pop and a few local stragglers. 

“you miss holly remind me of my sister” she raises her eyebrows “can’t say the same about you- my sister is way cooler than you” she sass’ and i laugh.

“how old are you holly?” “I’m 10, you?” “17″ i reply stealing one of her fries “hey!” she sulks.

“my sisters 17 too, she steals my fries too” i nod smirking to myself

“her names (y/n) we just moved her from san fransico, how olds your sister?” 

i close my laptop setting it aside “my sister is 10 years old same as you her names jellybean” she laughs again “is there three jelly beans too?” i shake my head “nope just the one and only”.

she pops a few fries in her mouth “can i ask you a few questions?” i chuckle “haven’t you just been doing exactly that?” she shakes her head.

folding my arms across my chest i decide to give in “fine, i’ll bite”

a take a swig from the saucer infront of me “are you writing about that dead kid?” i spit out my coffee choking slightly.

“yes or no?”

“yes”

“do you ever take that beanie off?” 

“no”

“not even when you shower” she pesters

i lean forward “i even poop with it on” she giggles and makes a disgusted face.

“my turn” she nods 

“what are you listening to?”

“music” i roll my eyes gesturing for her to go on “right now- all time low” 

“why are you at a diner asking a stranger at 10pm personal questions?”

her eyes widen “wait your not a murder right?” i cock my eyebrow “maybe”

“my sister was supposed to come meet me here for dinner after she’d finished work that was” she pauses looking down at her watch

“3 and a half hours ago” 

i brush my thumb against my lips “is that true?” she shrugs smirking mischievously to herself.

“do you want to use my phone to contact your sister?” she shakes her head frantically “NO”

i lean back in the booth smiling maniacally crossing my arms infront of my chest “so you sister doesn’t know your here?”

she sinks lower into the booth sipping her milkshake shamelessly 

“she’s probably worried about you”

the younger girl looks up sadly before her eyes drift over to the entrance the bell chiming indicating a new customer “crap!” she ducks underneath the table hiding herself behind my legs.

“hey!” i complain as the girl hugs my legs.

i scoff and turn and see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen walk through the doors of pop’s. her (y/h/c) was dripping wet from the downpour outside yet it still looked incredible.

her clothes hugged her figure as the water drops from the fabric to the clean tiles. her eyes scan the booths looking for someone.

she walks over to pop worry evident on her face “hey I’m looking for my little sister she’s 10 but this high, brown hair” she gestures with her hands “her names holly” 

i clear my throat pointing to my booth, as the younger girls back pack and homework sprawled out on the table top.

she mutters a thank you before approaching my booth, she breathes a sigh of relief as she realises that the back pack indeed belonged to her younger sibling.

“you must be holly’s sister?” she nods rocking awkwardly on her heels “(y/n) (l/n) I’m sorry if she’s been bothering you- and you are?” she smiles down at me her cheeks tinting red in the warm diner.

“jughead jones-” i pause “the third” she giggles nd boy do i have to contain myself from drooling.

“there’s three of you named jughead?” she continues giggling covering her mouth and apologising “oh god I’m sorry i shouldn’t be laughing” i chuckle to myself smiling up at the girl.

“its fine, your sister actually said the exact same thing” she widens her eyes and drops to her knee spotting her younger brunette sister curled up at my legs.

“holly!” she scolds “get out and leave the poor boy alone” i try and hide my smirk.

“his name is juggie and he’s my friend” she retorts.

“its fine (y/n) honestly i have a little sister the same age, its harmless really” she shakes her had dipping back under the table.

“you give me no choice” i watch as the (y/h/c) girl moves under the table trying to grab her younger sister from underneath the table.

squeals fill the diner until holly pops out of the booth her sister trying to follow suit only to bash her head on the table and aggressively grab my thigh in the process of a line sentence of cussing.

i lean down to her offer my hand “you okay?” 

she clutches her head with one hand and she grabs mine with the other allowing me to pull her up into the seat beside me.

“id like to say that karma for laughing at my birth name?” 

she giggles still wincing in pain “atleast theres no gum in your hair” i muse smiling at the mystery girl.

“this day keeps getting better” she smiles sarcastically

“c’mon holz mums worried sick i need to get you home, so say goodbye to your new found friend and lets go. no more running away” she nods sadly rolling her eyes at her older sister.

“can we come back here tomorrow” she whines as the older girl packs away holly’s books into her backpack.

“i don’t know holly I’m already swamped in school work we can’t be coming here on a daily basis i can’t watch you all the time” the younger girl looks disappointed.

“i’ll be here” i speak up the two girls turning to look at me “if you don’t have the time you can drop her off and illl look after her for an hour or two”

she sighs looking at her sister as she stands on her knees begging her sister 

“please please please”

she looks at me biting her lip “i don’t know holz” 

holly’s face drops disappointment clearly evident on her face.

“you can come too, bring your homework if you feel up to it” she smiles at me before slipping out of the booth “i’ll think about it” 

i nod a smile creeping on my face.

“c’mon holly say bye to jughead” she smiles at me giving me a fist bump before walking to her sister.

“thank you, for looking after her. i know not everyone is wired to be kind to a young lost girl. i owe you one”

“if you come tomorrow ill make it even” he says hopeful wanting to know more about the beautiful new girl.

“maybe, goodnight” she places her hands on her sisters holders and guides her toward the exit looking back one last time to send a small smile my way.

there was something about her and i couldn’t quiet put my finger on it but i had to know her.

Title: Come Away with Me
Character: Newt Scamander
A/n: It feels absolutely wonderful to write for Newt again, I forgot about how much I love him as a character and he’s still the cinnamon roll I would die for.

“No, no, no,” You said, stifling a small chuckle while you held your hand out to Newt. “Don’t tell me, I know this.” You reassured, still petting the magical creature in front of you.

“Are you sure?” Newt asked, simultaneously trying to get Pickett to return to his tree. He looked back at you and flashed you a broad smile. “I’m more than happy to remind you.”

“Shh,” You hushed him, kneeling down so you were at eye level with the animal. “This is a…,” You said, drawing out the vowel while you thought. “A Lunarcalf?”

Newt came to your side, reaching and stroking the spade between the creature’s eyes. “You’re very close, they’re called Mooncalves.”

You huffed, running a perplexed hand through your hair. “How you retain all this information is beyond me, Newt.” You said, glancing over at him with a smile while you pushed yourself into a standing position.

Newt watched you get up, giving the Mooncalf a small treat while he looked after you.

You were a muggle that Newt had come into contact with when you were with Jacob at the bank. The two of you were close friends, and you had come with him for moral support while he asked for loan approval.

So when some tall, british man in a bright blue coat tried to steal Jacob away, you were right behind him.

The fast forming friendship between the two of you came as quite the shock to everyone. You’re personalities were pretty different from each other.

It was no surprise to anyone that Newt was a reserved and gentle man. He was naturally very shy and didn’t know how to cope well with normal human interactions so he would always kept to himself.

You, on the other hand, could make friends with just about anyone you wanted to. You were always so positive and energetic it was near impossible for people to be anything but happy around you.

But in a way, it was the opposite variations of your personalities that drew you together. You found Newt incredibly endearing, always enjoying his stories and letting him go at his own pace with you.

And Newt felt like he was in a constant state of admiration around you. Since meeting you in the bank, he noticed how easily you could attune yourself to the people around you. You gave off a sort of aura that made him feel at ease and carefree.

However, for Newt at least, it was always a bittersweet situation anytime the two of you spoke to one another. He knew that once the adventure was over, you’d be obliviated and he’d be stuck with the mere memory of you while you forgot him entirely.

Newt remembered Tina’s warning whenever she caught onto his fondness for you. Getting attached would only make it harder to say goodbye.

And he kept to it at first, he tried to ignore you and keep his distance. But for whatever reason, Newt was just drawn to you. He felt safe whenever he was around you, like all the better parts of him shined brighter once in your company.

You had become too precious to him, and he didn’t even think you knew it.

“(Y/n)?” Newt called out to you, noticing you had gone off somewhere else.

“Over here!”

He made a small turn and saw you observing some of the plants and herbs that resided in the one corner of his little hut.

“Hello there.” Newt said with a small smile, walking up behind you while watching you take some of the leaves between your fingers.

“I can’t believe there’s a whole other world I didn’t even know existed,” You said, looking up at him. “Your kind must think us muggles pretty silly then.”

“Oh on the contrary, actually,” Newt moved to lean against the tabe so he could look at your expression. “We’re quite fascinated by you as well, there was a whole course on muggle studies at Hogwarts, and we even have a department just for your kind in the Ministry.”

Your eyebrows raised slightly, causing a small crinkle to form right in the center of them. “Wow, really?” You asked, a small smile lurking in the corner of your mouth. “Man, I wish I could see your world, I know the American one isn’t too fond of me.”

It was like a lightbulb shot out of Newt’s head, there was a somewhat simple solution to the problem.

“Uhm,” He started, trying to figure out the best way to word his request. “Do you remember earlier, when I mentioned the whole obliviation thing to you and Jacob?”

There was a significant drop in your expression. “Don’t remind me, I’d hate to forget about you,” The two of you blushed at the statement and you were quick to reprimand it. “I mean, your world! And your lovely creatures!”

Newt couldn’t help the big grin that started to take up his face, but he ducked his head to hide it from you. “What if I told you that you might not have to?”

Your gaze flickered over to him, the crinkle in your brow returning. “What do you mean? I may not know that Tina girl too well, but she doesn’t seem like the kinda person you mess with.”

Newt chuckled, shaking his head and causing his curls to rustle about his forehead. “No, she really isn’t. But what I mean is that,” He broke off, finding the words difficult to say even thought everything in him was screaming at him to just pluck up and ask you. “Maybe you’d like, only if you wanted to, maybe you could come back to England with me?”

Your gaze shot straight to him at the sudden request. “You want me to leave New York and go with you?”

Newt nodded, his hands fiddling with the buttons on his yellow waistcoat. “Yes. You see, over the time we’ve gotten to know each other, my creatures have become dreadfully fond of you and I know how terribly they’d miss if you were to go away,” He said, taking a moment to clear his throat. “And I can say the same for myself.”

There was a small pause after he asked his question and Newt began to worry if he had come off too foward. But then he saw you smile and his heart felt like it would flutter right out of his chest.

The two of you shared a heartfelt glance and you simply beamed at him.

“I have always wanted to go to Europe.”

Newt felt the grin take up his face, and in a sudden rush of confidence, he grabbed onto you and pulled you into a warm hug while the two of you laughed together.

My Mate

AN: This ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be. And it’s not as funny as the original post, BUT this is how this particular conversation would go in my head. This is Rhys telling Cassian and Azriel and Amren about Feyre for the first time. And many thanks goes to @fuckyeahazriel for inspiring me to write this fic <3 (You are one of my new favorite people).

“By the Cauldron, Rhys,” Cassian said, finally breaking into a grin, his wings perking back up from where they’d fallen limply on the ground at the sight of his High Lord and friend, “by the Cauldron, it’s good to see you.”

He and Azriel had both frozen in their spots when Rhys had walked through the door of the House of Wind, both unaware that the fight was over for now, both unaware that Amarantha had been killed. Both unaware that Rhys and the rest of the High Lords had finally, finally been released.

Both unaware of how and why Rhys was returning to them.

Amren had just given him a polite nod and gone straight back to drinking the blood of whatever the butcher in Velaris had happened to have that day.

Rhys gave Cassian a half grin that only part of him felt—the part of him that hadn’t disappeared with Feyre. “Fifty years, and that’s all you have to say to me?”

From her spot before the fire, sprawled over a plush-looking armchair and picking at her teeth with a delicate nail, Mor snorted. She’d entered with Rhys and simply sauntered past a gaping Cassian and Azriel. “Cassian’s not one for eloquent language and big speeches,” she said, crossing one ankle over the other and letting her head fall back on the armrest. Her golden hair seemed to shimmer in the firelight. Rhys didn’t remember his cousin being so beautiful. Or he did, but he’d been so distracted by another beauty…a different kind of beauty…

Cassian shrugged. “Why waste my precious air on extraneous words and sentences that don’t need to be nearly as long as they are?”

Azriel flicked an eyebrow up, his hands clasped behind his back. “You’re immortal.”

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{{Some fluff, fluff, fluff for everyone!! And listen, I really want Maggie to have more friends, okay XD I hope you guys enjoy it ^^ @queercapwriting }}

There is a cop pouring herself a cup of coffee next to them, as they sit awkwardly on a bench in the precinct waiting for their brother to be released. They hear the cop make a disgusted noise as she takes a sip from her mug.

“Ooh! I was just about to tell you not to try that.” The teen hears another officer say, but he’s in uniform.

“Not fast enough, rookie!” Her tone is playful, and the teen notices that dimples appear on the detective’s cheeks.

“I’m about to do a coffee run, do you want anything?” The officer asks.

“A soy latte would be amazing.” The teenager notices the dimples again.

“That’s disgusting, Sawyer. I don’t know how Alex puts up with you…” He says jokingly, making Detective Sawyer playfully punch his shoulder.

“That’s because they love me, Johnson! Maybe one day you’ll find someone who puts up with your crappy tastes too.”

“I hope so, but not everyone is so lucky to find a girl-” His eyes widen, and he quickly corrects himself, “Not everybody is so lucky to find someone as amazing as Alex.” Rubbing the back of his neck, the officer says, “Sorry, Maggie.”

The kid feels like their heart racing inside their chest; had they heard that right?? Is this gorgeous detective dating someone who goes by the same pronouns as they do?? And had they really just heard the officer correct himself and apologize for his mistake?? Are they dreaming? They must be…“

“It’s alright, man. Sometimes slip-ups happen, but you corrected yourself, and I know you didn’t mean anything by it.” Maggie says softly.

Matt Johnson is a rookie who is quickly becoming good friends with Maggie. They have been getting closer since he starting going to the precinct’s LGBT+ meetings, and taking part in their outreach program along with Maggie.

“Thanks, Mags. Alex’s here, right? Can I get them anything?” Matt asks.

“They are questioning a suspect, yeah. Oh, you can ask them~” The teen notices Maggie smiling brightly, seemingly looking at someone.

Following her line of sight, the teenager sees this bad-ass, gorgeous-looking person smiling back at Maggie and Matt. ‘This can’t be the person the cops were talking about!’ The teen thinks, and they have to contain themselves not to squeal when Alex discreetly rubs small circles on Maggie’s back before pulling their hand back.

“Matt here is going to be a hero and do a coffee run. Want anything, Danvers?” Maggie asks with such a bright smile, and with such love in her eyes that the teen feels their cheeks flushing, and they are forced to look away, because they feel like they are intruding.

Johnson apparently feels the same way, because he groans, saying, “You two give me cavities…”

Alex scoffs, but they are blushing now. “A double-shot of espresso would be great.” They reply, noticing the teenager sitting next to them.

“That’s almost as bad as Sawyer’s soy latte. Almost.”

“Oh, get outta here already, rookie!” Maggie playfully swats at his shoulder, and Matt pretends to be hurt, wincing dramatically.

“You’re lucky I like Alex so much, Sawyer, otherwise I wouldn’t bring you your coffee.” He says with a smug smile, as he starts heading toward the exit.

“I think you meant how much you fear them!” Maggie shouts after him, and she is oblivious to how fast she makes the teen’s heart beat, because she said it out loud again. Them. And Alex is standing right there, looking all proud and comfortable in their own skin; and it makes the kid believe that maybe, just maybe they can grow up to be like this amazing person standing in front of them.

Oh, shit! Is Alex staring at them?

Alex crosses their arms over their chest, and gives the kid a small, tentative smile.

Crap! Yes, yes, they are!

The teenager becomes beet red, and promptly looks away, making Alex and Maggie share a knowing look.

“I have some paperwork to go through.” Maggie says, winking at Alex before walking back to her desk.

Alex casually sits next to the kid, and they both sit there kind of awkwardly stealing glances at each other for a few seconds before Alex asks, “What’s your name, kid?”

“Anna.” They reply in a heartbeat. “Shit! No, I mean, that’s my given name, but I prefer to go by McKenzie. My friends call me Mac, or Kenzie…either one is fine…”

Alex smiles softly, watching the kid squirm, and fidget with zipper on their jacket. “Nice to meet you, Mac. I’m Alex.” They offer their hand, and when the teen shakes it, Alex asks, “What are you doing here, Mac? Are you in any trouble?”

“No, no!!” Their eyes widen, and they hurry to explain, “I’m here for my brother. He got into some stupid fight at a bar, and he’s being released today.”

Alex frowns slightly. “And where are your parents?”

Mac starts fidgeting again, looking away from Alex. “It’s just me and him…”

“And is he good to you?”

The teenager chuckles a little, and nods. “Yeah. He isn’t the brightest, you know? Makes some questionable life choices from time to time, hence why I’m here right now, but he is trying his best.”

Alex doesn’t realize how tense they are until they feel their body relaxing at McKenzie’s answer. “Okay… Good.”

They fall silent again, but after a while, Alex hears Mac asking quietly, “How did you know it wasn’t a phase? That you really wanted to stick with they, them as your pronouns?”

Alex smiles softly, and they consider the question seriously before replying, “Well, when I was first coming to terms with my sexuality, I made that very same question about it, and a very smart, and insanely beautiful detective told me that it wasn’t a phase, that I deserve to be happy. So, when I started questioning my gender, I tried to keep that in mind, that no matter what, I had to do what would ultimately make me happy, and every time I hear someone referring to me as they or them, I get that weird, but really good feeling inside, you know? So I must have made the right choice.” Alex grins, and leans closer to the teen to stage-whisper, “Besides, every time I start doubting myself, that same gorgeous detective is there to knock some sense into me.”

And they both laugh when they hear Maggie going, “My ears are burning, Danvers!” But before Mac can ask anything else, they see their brother walking toward them.

“Anna!” He hugs them tightly. “I’m so sorry, okay? I promise this will never happen again.”

Alex gives Mac a questioning look at the name their brother used, and they just give Alex a small smile, shaking their head. “Some people need to go step by step…baby steps, at that!” Mac chuckles.

Alex notices that Mac doesn’t seem too bothered, and they look genuinely happy to be with their brother so they decide to let it go. “Here,” Alex says, taking a card from their wallet. “This is my number. Call me, or text me if you ever want to talk, okay?”

Mac’s eyes sparkle, and they forget all about their shyness, surprising Alex with a tight hug. “Thank you.” They whisper, before pulling back, and taking the card.

Maggie comes up to Alex, and they watch McKenzie walk away with their brother. “You did great, babe.” She whispers, resting a hand on Alex’s back.

Turning to look at Maggie, Alex grins, “Well, I do have a gorgeous detective that inspires me.”

“Oh,” Maggie scoffs playfully, “Shut up, Danvers!” And they both laugh, bumping shoulders lightly as they walk toward Matt who just arrived with their drinks.

lucyanatumblers  asked:

How long how have you've been drawing?It seems like a while, and also..Is it ok if you can do tutorials?For people who practice doing anime, you seem like a expert for art,I want to be prepared for my middle school days cause I'm going to art school, its ok but I want to improve a little bit more anime style cause I haven't been able to keep sides even, yea digital art but when drawing a head that goes forward the other side cannot be the same, but its ok, I think I'm asking too much, sorry..

Don’t worry if it’s a long question ^^


Well, I’ve been drawing since I was three years old, but being honest, I don’t consider myself enough a good artist for doing tutorials. Since I learned on my own it’s kinda hard to me trying to explain to others how to draw or animate something, both in Spanish and English. My ways to learn are so weird and less practical to people that are starting to understand something new, and probably other artist can explain it better and easier than I.

The only way I can almost make a tutorial is while I’m streaming, I’m so bad at using words u.u



Who Do You Like? // Jack Maynard

​Can you write an imagine where you have a huge crush on Jack but he doesn’t know and you’re filming a Q&A for his channel and he asks you who you like?

Y/S/N = Your Ship Name 

“Hello, what’s up everybody and welcome back to my channel! For this video, I’m going to be answering a lot of your questions with the help of my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Y/N.” Jack motions for me to join his video and I do so, waving to the camera.

“I’m so popular on this channel” I say joking, bumping my shoulder on Jack.

“Maybe even more than me,” he replies laughing. “So, I’ve hand selected some questions from twitter via the hashtag #ask(Y/S/N) and we got lots of lovely replies from you all. Shall we dive into it?” he asks, looking at me.

“We shall” I say smiling at him.

After about an hour of answering a bunch of questions and getting enough footage for his video, we finally answer the last couple of questions.

“Okay Y/N, I think this one is directed to you, otherwise it would be very awkward for me to answer it. ‘If you could date anyone from the ‘buttercream squad’, who would you choose?’’”

Instantly, I felt my face heat up. It caught me off guard as I definitely was not expecting that question. “None, they’re all like my brothers and I love them all the same” I say smiling to the camera.

“Now that’s a straight up lie, I can tell when you’re not being honest Y/N” Jack smirks, and I curse him in my head for knowing me too well.

“What? I’m not lying. Can we please just end the video here?” I say, hinting to Jack that I feel slightly uncomfortable and he does what I ask. He does his outro and I feel myself slightly relaxing.

As he goes to pack up his equipment’s, I excuse myself out of the room and go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“So who is it?” Jack suddenly appears behind me and I almost drop to the floor.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that” I say, growing annoyed with him.

“Y/N, come on. Tell me, please” he pouts.

“Let it go” I sigh. I’m not going to admit to my best friend my feelings for him just yet.

“Please!” he begs.

“No” I say sternly.

“What kind of best friend keeps a secret like this to themselves? I can help you if you really like whoever it is”

“What if he doesn’t like me back?”

“Now that’s just crazy. I’m telling you Y/N, any person on earth would be the luckiest if they had you” he says which makes me laugh. “I’m serious Y/N, you’re beautiful inside out.” I felt my heart skip a beat.

“What about you?” I ask.

“What do you mean?”

“Would you call yourself lucky if you had me?” I say before I can stop myself.

“Hell fucking yeah” he responds without hesitating. “Wait, is it me? Who you like?”

I can’t lie myself out of this one. I’ve already dug myself a hole, might as well tell him. Right?

I try using my words to respond but no words came out. So instead I nod. Then Jack smiled the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He takes a step closer towards me, closing the gap between us. He looks at my lips, I can tell he’s asking permission so I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him for the first time.

He placed his hands on my back pulling me in closer. “Well, I like you too. And have for a really. Long. Time.” He says with emphasis on each word. My heart beats so fast, I feel like it’s about to burst.

“Maybe I should’ve told you sooner then.” I respond laughing, pulling Jack onto the couch with me. That night, he forgets all about editing his video.

hope you enjoyed it. i have so many good prompts in my ask right now so expect lots more imagines coming your way!

anonymous asked:

Are you gonna stick around and keep doing Swan Queen metas, even tho they're not endgame? (crying hysterically rn)

I haven’t seen anything that changed my mind in these last episodes. I just didn’t expect it to be quite as vague and ambiguous. My theories are all tied to OperationOUT and there was a lot of confirmation. The existence of the story realms was tied directly to the state of Emma’s mind, I’m not sure if they could have been more overt.

Then there was Emma’s tattoo that only appeared after Emma’s car crash, which I talk about here.

It was missing again in the asylum where Emma tried to step away from the fairy tales - even if I don’t think she’s actually in an asylum, the medical setting was realistic. In conscious reality Emma doesn’t have a tattoo.

There was another reminder both of the invite of the forbidden fruit, but also of the apple as a symbol of consciousness. I’ve been saying Emma and Regina’s story can only start to play out after Emma wakes up, so all these symbols of waking mean it can finally start to happen. We had the song “In my dreams” earlier this season with exactly the message that your dreams may come true, with then several scenes of Emma and Regina matching the lyrics.

Henry’s book told the story of Snow & Charming’s happiness and their family life and history. We thought it was the story of his parents, but he told his grandparents’ story with Snow even singing at the wedding that it was her long term wish coming true. The book we finished was that of the Charmings.

Now it’s time for the next generation… so maybe Lucy can tell the story of how her grandmothers met and fell in love. Henry’s book ended after the Final Battle, but in Lucy’s book, the celebration scene was clearly only the middle of the book. Hook is posed as Judas during the Last Supper, hinting he may soon be betraying Emma. Jesus died not long after the Last Supper, so the Premiere for the next season may turn the happiness on its head and show us why Lucy had to come and find  Henry to save his family. The cover of her book has a mirror and an apple tree, so it seems focused on Regina’s perspective.

Interestingly, I’d recently read the book the Writer’s journey and while reading I thought we were at the point of Resurrection for Emma - so I was pleasantly surprised to see the Last Supper reference - but I was wondering how they were going to do it. They really seem to be following the structure of this book, but it’s written with film in mind more so than tv. They describe it as a moment where the audience really needs to believe the Hero is dead. I was wondering how that would work on Once, because they’ve killed so many characters and revived them with TLK or brought them back later. In film a few seconds too long under water is enough to create the right effect but on a tv show that’s been going as long as Once Upon a Time, they’d need to do something drastic to emotionally put us in that same position.

…so when JMo announced she was leaving I was shocked and sad… until I realized that answered my question. I was feeling exactly how I was supposed to feel at the point before Resurrection. It was the answer to a question I’d asked myself before the news. We all have to believe that Emma is really gone for good otherwise the moment she comes back doesn’t have the same effect.

Which got me wondering about all the ways this could play out and they could continue to tell her story. 

  • Jmo comes back for the finale
  • The story is mostly told through other characters like they’ve been doing with the parallels
  • Initial part-time rumors were true and she comes back for the second half
  • The interviews are PR stunts to enhance the Resurrection effect
  • They bring back little Emma, teen Emma or another Emma at a different age
  • Lily comes back to play out her story, they merge and their experiences are suddenly shared
  • Emma is lost but sends messages to her family who follow the trail - voice overs
  • There are rumors about an 8th season, resurrection happens and she comes back

Another possibility I was wondering about is that they may have shot scenes throughout the years to be used now. These scenes in particular come to mind.

A huge set and a beautiful dress we never saw.


Season one showed us the fairy tales we thought we knew and showed us how our assumptions were wrong and it wasn’t the black and white world we thought it was. Now it seems like history is repeating itself… what if all along they planned to fill the gaps of their story? What if they’re doing the same thing to their own fairy tale? “Hah, you assume you know what happened? Well, no, this is what actually happened.” And Lucy’s book shows us scenes that are already shot, but they reframe everything we’ve just seen over the course of 6 years. Or even just starting at the Dark Swan arc, where we know for sure 3 weeks are missing and the writers let us know it was on purpose.

So to answer your question… unless I get bored or busy, I’ll probably still be writing these thingies, yes. I’ve only seen the finale once in bad quality, so this isn’t a coherent post, but just some of my initial thoughts I thought you might like.

another trashy angsty simon minter imagine

not requested for once lmao, probably absolute trash but have this while i take some time out - also are any of my followers one direction trash bcos i am and i would really like to write some harry imagines but obvs its up to u guys cause i wanna please yall?? anyway idk enjoy

“Why is it that everytime I see you, you’re drunk, Y/n?”

His voice instantly soothed the aching in my brain. I shut my eyes, hoping to just listen to that voice for a while without hurting. I knew that seeing his face would hurt. I wasn’t ready for that. 

He sounded cautious, almost. Hesitant. I wasn’t sure how to react. Part of me wanted to scream at him, to throw something, to make him hurt. But I couldn’t. 

I wanted him to think I didn’t care anymore. But the alcohol in my veins took control of my shy mouth, running the controls behind my timid, shaking voice.

“Oh don’t worry, Simon,” I breathed, feeling my words float away into the hall. “I’m drunk when you don’t see me too.”

“And how often is that?”

“I’ve lost track.”

His sigh was audible between the narrow white walls. Disappointment. I’m so damn familiar these days. He always managed to do this; to make me feel like it was my fault. I hated him for doing that. I hated myself for believing him.

“Y/n, why are you out here? Why aren’t you inside?”

“I could ask you the same fucking question Simon,” I spat at him bitterly. “It’s my flat. Why are you here? Why aren’t you out with your fun little friends, picking up girls, smashing and forgetting? Why, Simon?”

He sighed again, his lips pressed in a straight line. I couldn’t exactly tell what the look in his eyes was. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“Because, Y/n, it’s a Tuesday. Some of us work. And plus, my ‘fun little friends’ told me you were locked out. And I…” his voice trailed off as he cleared his throat, scanning the floor for his next words. “Well, I still have your key. The spare one.”

Spare. 

Just like that, I burst into tears. Uncontrollable, loud, messy sobs. I hated myself for it, but I hated myself anyway, and so what really was the difference? After all this time, it was still Simon coming to my rescue, picking up the pieces that only broke when he started to touch them. It was almost like I couldn’t live without him. The thought made me cry more.

As I sobbed his face softened, panic overtaking it.

“Oh no please, please don’t cry.” He crouched down to face me from where I sat slouched on the floor. “You’re okay, you’re fine-”

“No I’m fucking not Simon! Stop kidding yourself, you know just as well as I do I’m not fine!” I pushed him away and he flinched. 

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/n,” his voice came out so small, so defeated. My heart throbbed. I focused on my hands, the dark makeup stained tears falling into them. “I’m trying, I really am. But I’m so worried about you. I’m constantly scared about what you’re gonna do when I’m not around. I can’t leave you alone.”

“Look at yourself, Y/n,” he continued as he lifted me, holding me in his arms. I curled up against his neck as he fumbled around in his pocket for the key. “You’re ruining yourself.”

I cried harder as he lowered his voice to a whisper that I wasn’t completely sure I was intended to hear. “Or am I ruining you?”

Before I knew it I was on my bed again. The hard, unwelcoming mattress was familiar against my back. I watched as Simon sat beside me. The fatigue had hit.

“What am I gonna do with you, Y/n?”

“Stay with me,” I responded groggily. His hand reached out, stroking my hair. The cold silver of his pinky ring touched my scalp slightly.

“You know I can’t do that, Y/n. You have to learn to live without me.”

“But it’s hard,” I sobbed softly. 

“I know, Y/n. I think you forget I’m learning too.” His face was a picture amongst the dark room as he continued to stroke my hair. “It’s weird, and it’s lonely, and it’s hard. But it’s for the best.”

“For the best?” I asked drousily. “You’re better without me?”

“No, best for you. I’m not what you need, Y/n. You’ll realise it one day.”

“You’re what I want.”

He edged further away from me like an elastic band I’d lost control of. An elastic band with a lot of commitment issues and insecurities. I felt my heart crack as he withdrew his hand. Amongst the darkness, in my drunken tired state, I wasn’t entirely convinced I hadn’t seen him use it to wipe away a tear of his own.

As I drifted to sleep he continued to talk to my state. I knew I wouldn’t remember half of this tomorrow, and I knew he knew that too. But for now it was nice to hear his thoughts.

“We always come up too short,” Simon sighed from the end of my bed. “I just wish…I wish it had been different. That I had been different.”

“I don’t,” I slurred. “Do you love me, Simon?”

“More than you know, Y/n.”

“So why didn’t it work?”

“I don’t have the answers, Y/n. I wish I did.” For a brief second he turned away. Then forcing a smile, he turned back to me, standing. “Now get some sleep.”

“Are you gonna leave?”

“Not yet, Y/n. Not just yet.”

Prom Queens | Cheryl Blossom

Originally posted by prettypecple


Request: Could you do an imagine where Cheryl asks her girlfriend to prom and goes all out and then they are both crowned queen at the dance?

Pairing: Cheryl x Reader
Description: When Cheryl asks you to prom, you suddenly become really nervous about the whole thing but it ends up being one of your favourite nights ever.
Warnings: …not rly.
Word Count: 1354
A/N: okay, this is a lil different from the actual request but it still kinda sticks to it.

“How about this one?” You stepped out of the changing room dressed in a beautiful black prom dress, twirling around as you eagerly awaited the opinion of your best friend Reggie Mantle. As you finished twirling, you noticed he was sat there watching some stupid video on his phone. You coughed to get his attention, shocking him and almost causing him to drop his beloved phone.

“Huh?” He asked, confused.

“The dress, Reg. What’d you think?” You glared at him, hands on your hips.

With a sigh, he looked over you and shrugged his shoulders. The same reaction he’d been giving you since you got to the dress shop over an hour ago. Reggie had been your best friend since you could remember. He’d been the only one in kindergarten who hadn’t picked on you. In fact, he was the one that had stood up for you and told everyone else to leave you alone. Back then you were a quiet, shy kid and the others used to make fun of you for it but Reggie took you under his wing. He brought you out of your shell and you’d never been more thankful to have someone like him in your life. Whenever you needed that little push to do something, he’d be the one to encourage you. But, when it came to things like this, he was no help at all. The only other person you could’ve taken with you was your girlfriend Cheryl Blossom.

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break room {part i}

Requested.

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word count: 1,131

A/N: This was requested by an anon and it is long overdue. I’m splitting this up into two parts because I didn’t want it to be confusing spanning across so many different days and times in one part. Part two WILL be smutty.

I finished up my first eight hour shift of the week after doing rounds one last time. I walked to the nurses’ break room to see the head of our nursing staff. I gave him a tired smile and plopped into a chair, sinking down into it. He had worked this shift as well, a lot more times than I had, so he knew how tiresome it could be. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples slowly. I should have been sleeping since I have another shift starting in just six hours. There was no use in going home, though, because by the time I drove there and drove back to the hospital that would only give me roughly four and a half hours of sleep. I opted to stay here and sleep in the break room. I rested my head in my hands and began to accidentally drift off to sleep.

“You look exhausted.” Shawn, the head of nursing staff told me, as if I didn’t already know. I just nodded, wanting some peace and quiet after working in the emergency room in the early hours of the morning. It seemed as if Shawn and I were always scheduled for the same shifts. Shawn was the one who scheduled shifts since he was the director of nurses. But he was always happy and that seemed to make long shifts go by much quicker. I began to doze off once again and woke up once my head started to drop towards to table.

“I need to sleep.” I stated, laughing slightly. Shawn seemed unfazed by working for eight hours starting at midnight.

“Well, you’re never going to sleep being that tense.” He informed me. I shrugged my shoulders, just wanting to sleep at this point no matter how tense I was. “Here let me help.” I paid little attention to his words and had no clue what he was suggesting until his large hands were already on my shoulders. His thumbs rubbed in circles just below my shoulder blades. His other fingers squeezed my shoulders. I started to protest but thought better of it; it was too relaxing. I was surprised at just how gentle and soft his hands could be. Shawn was right, I was too tense. I now felt relaxed thanks to Shawn.

“Better now?” He asked. He sat in front of me with a warm smile on his face. It made it hard to not smile as well, even when I was this exhausted.

“Yes, much better. Thank you.” I said. Shawn stood up to leave the break room. He stood at the door before he said his goodbyes, “See you next shift. Make sure you get some rest.”

I took his advice. After eating a few bites of a granola bar, I turned the light off then laid on the couch that was barely long enough for my legs to stretch out.


The days ahead saw many more shifts with Shawn and also many more breaks with Shawn. He brought me food from the hospital cafeteria one day. That day, we sat across from each other at the small table in the break room. Shawn’s hand inched closer to mine as we conversed in between bites of our sandwiches. After a few weeks of working the same shifts as him, I began to grow curious.

“Why do you always schedule yourself to work the same shift as me?” I asked him curiously one day in the break room. He seemed taken aback by the question because I was so straightforward.

“You’re a hard worker. I don’t like to work with lazy people so I schedule myself on the same shift as you.” He answered blatantly. I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling like that wasn’t the actual reason why.

“So that’s why you bring food to me on our breaks? And give me back rubs when I’m ‘too tense?’” His face grew redder as I said this. I knew it; he lied. I stood with my arms crossed over my chest as I waited for a response.

“It’s nice to talk to a gorgeous girl after working for hours. There, you happy?” He asked sarcastically. I was surprised he actually came out with the truth and it must have shown on my face. I honestly couldn’t believe it. He was a very attractive guy, there was no denying that. He had dark hair, light brown eyes, and a pretty smile, a combination that would put any girl in awe. His arms were strong and almost too big for the baby blue scrub shirt. He was tall, much taller than me; he towered over me.

“You’re pretty easy on the eyes after a long shift too.” I flirted back with him. His jaw clenched and he left the break room abruptly, even after my pleas for him to stay. He must have thought I was making fun of him in some fashion. In reality, I was flirting back with him. I didn’t see him until days later on a Thursday afternoon during our break.


“Hey, I want you to know I was flirting with you the other day, not insulting you.” I said. He didn’t speak and only rolled his eyes. I tried to reason with him. “Promise I wasn’t. I was just flirting back.”

“Why am I supposed to believe that?” He asked angrily while moving to the couch. I made my way over to him. I stood in front of him, trying to work up enough courage to do what I was desiring.

“Well, if I wasn’t interested then why would I do this?” I lowered myself down towards him. My face was directly in front of Shawn’s. I looked for any more anger left in his eyes. I saw none and knew he was no longer mad at me. My lips moved to press against Shawn’s. My lips fit between his perfectly. I lightly bit his lip while kissing him roughly. I then pulled away smirking. We both looked shocked when I pulled away. Shawn was surprised at my actions, and I was even more surprised by them. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. I knew my expression mirrored his exactly. “Believe me now?”

“Uh huh,” Shawn said while nodding quickly. I was still in utter shock from my previous actions. Kissing my boss, what was I thinking? Shawn gazed at me and I stared back at him intently. I inspected his features and how beautiful they were. Those pouty, plump lips of his were good for something alright. They were phenomenal at something actually. Breaking his stare, Shawn looked at his watch.

“Break is over now,” he said, sounding disappointed, “meet me back in the break room after this shift.”

I Am An Alpha Ch 10: Introductions

“Hello,” I stand in front of all of them and bow, “I’m Insoo.”

“Hello!” Chanyeol answers back eagerly from where he sits with his brothers on the couch. Eleven pairs of eyes are staring at me, six waiting on edge, afraid of what could be going on, the other five want to hear about my past from my own mouth. The silver haired giants wide smile keeps my heart from pounding out of my chest, I give him a grateful smile.

“It’s nice to meet all of you, I’m sorry for looking like a mess on our first meeting, I wasn’t expecting to be meeting anyone new,” I apologize awkwardly and I run my fingers through my short hair.

“You look beautiful,” Luhan offers me a sweet smile.

“The others had neglected to mention that there were move of you so, again, I apologize for the very bad introduction I’m giving, I would have prepared better or at least talked with my pack to see what they said yesterday. I’m not really sure how I should explain this, can Jin hyung come up and help me?” I look to Kris.

He shakes him head, “I’m sorry little wolf, I would like to keep the fighting to a minimum and having him up here would cause a fight. We are very possessive men Love, I let you stay with them yesterday because you wouldn’t let him go after you passed out. If you need someone to help or lean on I’m right here and so is Yixing, we’ve got you.”

“But it’s different,” I protest lightly, “You don’t know all of it.”

“Please just try and explain a little bit so the others will be more willing to understand why you need another man to hold your hand.”

I take a deep breath, “Okay, Ge, I’ll try.”

He chuckles, “That is all I ask.”

“Okay, when I was a little girl, I was kidnapped by the blood red army.” The new comers eyes are wide with surprise, their mouths hang up ready to question everything.

“You were kidnapped?” Suho repeats.

I nod, “When I was nine years old.”

“The army has been wiped out for thirty years,” Kyungsoo’s brows furrow, “How old are you? How long were you with them?”

“I am 115 years old, so I was is the army for about 76 year? That sounds about right, it was a lot harder to tell how many days would pass back then,” I laugh awkwardly to try and defuse the intense atmosphere I feel beginning to grow.

I suddenly feel my knees buckle under me when I feel the air become thicker around me, “You were stuck with those bastards for 76 years?” Chanyeol seethes. The others want to glare at the younger but are struggling to keep their own anger in check.

Kris is on his feet hanging over me, his hands are on my shoulders keeping me from going on all fours, “Chanyeol calm down right now or I swear to god I will kick you out.”

The silver haired giant growls back at the older, “How can you be so calm Hyung? How can any of you be calm when our mate was used as a sex slave for some of the most disgusting men in the world? Do you remember the rumors of what they would do to the omegas that they caught? Their soldiers were pieces of shit monsters who would rather kill innocent people than die themselves. Can you imagine what could have happened to her?”

“Chanyeol you are only making things worse!” Suho snaps back in an obviously restrained voice. “Look at what you are doing to her, she is just an omega, you are putting too much pressure on her. Calm down.”

Just an omega. I remove Kris’s hands from my shoulders and stand up on my own two feet, ignoring the trembling of my knees and my shaking hands. I straighten my shoulders, trying my best to fight against my natural instinct and just burry my face in Kris’s neck. I don’t cower, I have already cowered and submitted more in the last three day than I have for the last 100 years of my life. I not some weakling. The new comers are arguing amongst themselves, too busy trying to protect me to actually notice me right now.

“Suho hyung is right,” Chen voices his concern, “Bringing it up also doesn’t help. We don’t want her to have to relive it.”

Too late for that, I think to myself, I’ve been reliving my past every night in my dreams since I was freed.

“So are we just supposed to pretend like it didn’t happen?” Luhan scoffs, “This isn’t just something we can ignore!”

“How do we handle something like this?” Suho worries.

Kyungsoo and Minseok are both staring at the ground, their eyes fixed on the wood, their hands are on their knees, gripping them so tight their knuckles are white. As much as they are trying to control their angry I can feel it seeping out of them. All of them are too focused on their anger and how to handle me that they don’t notice my sudden change of attitude. But the others do, Baekhyun, Jongin, Sehun, Yixing and Kris all watch me with both interest and worry.

“You have it all wrong,” I mumble to them.

“What?” The six look up at me.

“I was not a sex slave, I was a soldier.” The others share a knowing look.

Kyungsoo is the first to question it, for the first time I see some kind of emotion on his face, though whether it is concern or anger I’m not sure, “You were a soldier? That’s impossible, they wouldn’t allow a female omega to be a soldier.”

“That’s because they didn’t know, I’ve been hiding my gender my whole life, well since I was nine.”

“How could you have been a soldier?” Chanyeol scoffs, “You couldn’t hurt a fly. You are so tiny, look how fragile you are, you could barely stand with me being upset, how could you be in an army full of powerful alphas?”

“I’m stronger than you think,” I snap back, taking the others by surprise. “This has be been a hard couple of days for me, this is all so new for me. I’m used to attacking people before they have the chance to use their dominance on me, so I hope you’ll understand unless you would prefer me to use my old tactics.”

“You would attack people?” Chen croaks.

My heart actually hurts when I see the concern and guilt on his face but I have to continue on with my poker face, “I did what I had to do.”

I lock eyes with Minseok who’s cat like ones are narrowed on me, “There is a cost to join, isn’t there?”

I stiffen, “A cost?”

Kyungsoo’s eyes go wide, “Your parents.”

“The cost to join is killing your parents with your own two hands,” Jin surprises the room by chiming in. He stands in the doorway, ignoring the death glares he is getting from my mates and casually munches on an apple.

“What are you doing up here?” Kris snarls.

“I was ease dropping, when I heard about the cost I figured Insoo might need a little extra support,” Jin explains with a glare of his own.

“We are here for her,” Yixing interjects.

Jin cocks a brow at him, “Are you sure? You may want to ask some of your other pack members before you start yelling about that.” I look out amongst my mates and feel a ping in my chest. They look so cold. I take a step away from Kris and wrap around myself, trying to hold myself together.

“You didn’t do it did you?” Chen suddenly questions me.

Before I have a chance to answer Chanyeol sneers back, “Of course she didn’t!”

I chuckle humorlessly, “What makes you so sure? Because I’m an omega? Because I’m a girl?”

“Because our mate could never do something that cruel,” He snaps back. A burning feeling spreads through my chest, I’m struggling to breath once again. But this isn’t his dominance taking over me, it’s rejection.

I glare at him back at him, boiling with anger I seethe back, “Well than I guess I’m not your mate because I did kill my own parents. Sorry if that destroys the perfect little image you had of your mate in your head but I did what I had to do to survive.”

“But they forced you right?” Sehun hopes before looking over at Jin, “He forced you to do it! You had no choice.” I look over at the older with apologetic eyes, he’s always being troubled because of me. I guess this wasn’t discussed yesterday from not just Sehun’s reaction but the other four as well.

Jin doesn’t argue, he doesn’t have to, we’ve had this conversation a million times so I give the same answer I always tell myself and anyone else who asks, “I had a choice.”

“No you didn’t,” Jongin agrees, the others nod along with him.

I shake my head, “There is always a choice. Jin hyung gave me two just like he gave everyone else, just like I did with everyone after I was recruited.”

That seems like too much for Jongin to understand, “How could you do something like that to your own parents? How could you make children do the same?”

“Would you rather her be dead?” Jin questions with his eyebrows raised. “Because that is what her other option consisted of if case you were wondering.”

“How could make her do something like that? Why didn’t you help her?” Baekhyun explodes.

“I’ve done more for that child than any of you will ever know. I watched her struggle for years, offered her my shoulder to cry on and my arms to sleep in. I protected her from a world that would have eaten her up and spit her out so don’t you ever tell me I didn’t help her. She had to make the same decision as me and the rest of our pack, your own life or theirs. She did what she needed to do to survive in this world, so get your asses off your high horses and ask yourself, where were you when she needed you? What were you doing, huh? Last time I checked you were more infamous than us. Your life wasn’t on the line when you made that choice to bathe in the same blood as us so don’t you dare judge us. Just answer my question: would you rather have her dead than have her as the warrior she is? But make sure to answer wisely, say the wrong thing and we can be gone.”

The whole room is brought to their feet when Kris suddenly has Jin by the throat, slammed hard up against the wall. “You will not be taking my mate anywhere!” The giant roars as he looms over the shorter. I stare dumbstruck, I’ve never felt someone this mad before. As scared as I feel right now though, I find it strongly comforting that he is this mad about me, all my mates are right now actually.

Jin is surprisingly able to push the other away, rage burning in his eyes, “I will not be leaving my Insoo anywhere she doesn’t feel wanted so the rest of your pack needs to buck the fuck up and take responsibility for making her feel like they would rather have her dead than how she is now!”

Jin’s words just hang in the air, my heart is out there with them waiting to be completely torn apart by whatever harsh words come out of their mouths. I wait for more denial and blame, I wait for their eyes to leave the wood floor and come back to meet mine with nothing but a heartbreaking chill. Instead I meet cat like ones that have sweet warmth to them, “I’m sorry we weren’t there for you. I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. I’m sorry for hurting you, for looking at you so coldly, for not welcoming you in my arms for better or worse.” Minseok comes around the coffee table to stand only a few feet from me. “Can we try again?”

I nod and take a step closer to the older, “I would really like that.”

“Is it alright if I hug you?”

Again I nod.

“Thank god, I’ve been wanting to do this since I got home,” He sighs in relief before pulling me into his arms and burring his face in my neck. The tension seems to fade away allowing me to let out my own sigh of relief.

“Good,” Jin claps his hands together, “now that all this stuff is out of the way I have a cranky pup who would like to see his favorite hyung.”

I snuggle deeper into Minseok’s embrace and inhale his scent, “Give me a minute.”

“I want to hug her!” Chanyeol whines as he comes forward as well. I sigh but release the eldest hyung before allowing the younger to lift me up to his height to inhale his sweet scent. Cake, the man literally smells like cake and it is driving me insane by reminding me of the emptiness of my stomach.

“Are we each doing a round or am I excused?” I wonder when the giant sets me down.

“I would like to have a turn if that’s okay little wolf,” Luhan’s voice is soft and sweet.

“Me too!” Chen appears behind him with a Cheshire grin.

“Form a line, form a line,” I order as the others from earlier also join in for a hug. They each take their time holding me close, I enjoy each new embrace, my mind already forgetting the fighting from only a moment ago. When everyone has had their turn, I look to Kris for an okay to go see my pack. “May I be excused?”

Jin chuckles as he comes to stand next to me, “So polite now, aren’t we?”

“You have twenty minutes but than you need to take a bath, you are still a little cold,” Kris places his large warm hands on my cheeks in a quick attempt to get rid of their chill. He lets me go with a deep sigh before waving us away.

“Did you actually take a bath by yourself yesterday?” Jin wonders as we turn to leave the room, “That’s a first.”

I nod, “It was really weird so I asked Yixing hyung to come in so he laid on the floor.”

Jin chuckles, we reach the stairs, “Poor man. It’s a shame now though, Jungkook has to bathe with Jimin and Tae now that his usual partner is gone, he is very upset about it.”

“Who the hell is Jungkook?” Chanyeol roars from behind us, “And why the hell is he taking a bath with you?” Jin and I rush down the stairs to find our pack lounging around the massive basement, Tao is sitting in a chair close to the stairs on his phone. He looks up upon our arrival and quickly jumps to his feet.

“Insoo-ya!” He greets with a big smile and a tight hug. I return the hug with a quick glance over my shoulder when I hear a crowd following us.

“Hyung!” The three youngest greet me happily. I thank Tao and even give him a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing to my pack to give them each a hug before the moment is ruined. I hug the older boys first since they are the more dominate of the group knowing my mates would hate it a fraction less if I was hugging the pups.

“My pup!” I coo when I finally reach Jungkook at the same time my mates reach the bottom of the stairs. Growls erupt from where they stand but I don’t release Jungkook. Looking over my shoulder I give them a forced smile, “This is my pack.”

“Well it is nice to meet you,” Namjoon greets a bit awkwardly.

“You are the head alpha?” Minseok questions.

Namjoon can’t hide the bit of offense he takes from the question but quickly recovers and straightens his shoulders, “I am.”

Minseok nods as he scans Namjoon head to toe before looking over at Jin who is hovering around Jungkook and I, “I figured from the way this man was acting he would be in charge.”

“I thought the same thing when I saw you,” Jin snaps back, “but I guess we think the same thing, why bother with being in charge when it’s only more work? I had my work cut out for me with my pup and my grand pup.”

“True,” Namjoon ads on with a chuckle, trying to make the conversation more light, “He had his hands full with making sure these two didn’t get into any trouble.”

“What kind of trouble could she get into?” Baekhyun wonders.

I chuckle as I release my pup and awkwardly rub the back of my neck, “More than you could ever guess.”

“Insoo-ya,” Sehun waves me over, I give my pack a small smile before obeying. Sehun pulls me close the moment I’m in his reaching distance and wraps his arms around my shoulder, keeping me at his side. “I’d prefer it if you stayed by us.”

I cock my head in confusion looking to a smirking Jin for an explanation that he happily gives, “He’s jealous Soo-ya.”

“Can you really blame us though?” Jongin comes to stand on my other side, “We’ve barely been able to spend time with her then the hyungs came back and now you are all here taking all of her love and affection and attention.”

“You can’t just expect her to be able to focus on you and only you with twelve mates. Also,” Yoongi clicks his tongue, “it has only been a day since she met you, you didn’t honestly expect her to just throw herself in your arms the moment you meet.”

“That is how is works!” Sehun corrects with a stomp of his foot like a spoiled child, “She is supposed to feel the same automatic connection that we all feel where we can’t imagine living without each other.”

“How do you know she doesn’t feel it?” Jungkook mumbles taking all of us off guard, the pup usually never enters a conversations when other alphas are involved, especially ones so old and powerful. But at the same time my pack and I understand his sudden out burst, when it comes to me Jungkook can be a wild card.

I lock eyes with the younger and warn him softly, “Be careful with your words pup, I don’t want to start another fight.”

“But Hyung they seem so ungrateful for all the things you are doing,” he protests.

“Ungrateful?” Kris snarls, taking a step forward hands clenching tightly at his sides, making the younger step back.

I pull away from Sehun to stand in between them, “Don’t you even think about raising a hand to my pup.”

Kris’s frustration with not only my pack but me as well show in his eyes, “How can you stand there and let them say that we are ungrateful to you?”

“Because you all stand there glaring at us like we’ve done something wrong!” Jungkook snarls at them. “All we have done is loved her while you were all too preoccupied running around the forest slaughtering people for fun. We are her family, who you are keeping from her, because your desire to keep her to yourself seems to be more important than what she wants.”

I turn around to face the younger with a poor attempt at a stern face to scold the boy but when I see his eyes are red from holding in tears I can’t hold my self back from hugging him. “Kookie,” I coo holding the boy closer, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, “What in the world has gotten into you?”

“I’m so sorry Hyung,” He cries softly, “I just…I’m sorry…but you were my hyung first and now they can come and just take you away, how is that fair? I know they are your mates but they won’t appreciate you as much as I do.”

I shush him, “Everything is going to be okay, please calm down.”

“It’s not going to be okay! They are going to make us leave as soon as they can so they can have you all to themselves. I don’t want to leave you behind, I can’t imagine my life without you!”

“Kookie, look at me,” I command take the boy by his puffy cheeks. He stares at me with a cute pout, “I’m only going to tell you this once, okay?”

He nods.

“I love you, you know I will always love all of you. You are my pup and I am your mama wolf, okay? Just because I have my mates doesn’t mean I love you guys any less. You are not getting out of my life even if you wanted to, we are family which means we are always connected. Now stop crying okay?”

He gives me a small smile, “Yes, Hyung.”

“Good,” I kiss he forehead before pulling away and flicking him in the same stop on his head.

“Ah,” He whines, “Hyung that hurt. What was that for?”

“That is for talking back to my mates. I don’t ever want you to talk back to a powerful alpha again, we won’t always be able to protect you from getting your ass beat. I know they are being possessive and a little crazy but this is a lot for them to handle. As I remember you didn’t have the calmest reaction when you found out I was a girl so give them a break. I have a lot more baggage than most omegas, it not like I had one or two problems in my life that they have to deal with. I’m a bucket of crazy with a lot of blood on my hands so give them more than an hour to fully understand that, okay?”

“Yes, Hyung.”

“Good boy.”

Kings and Queens {Ch 7}

Summary: A Throne of Glass AU inspired by the Breakfast Club (1985). Five students come together for Saturday detention, and realize they are not all that different. You can read previous chapters here

Author’s Note: The love I have gotten for this fanfic has been overwhelming! I’m so glad you are all enjoying it, and hope you continue to with this chapter. Let me know what you think, and chapter 8 will be posted soon! :) Enjoy.


Two years before….

I showed up on his doorstep at nearly two in the morning. His parents were away on business, as they usually were.

I rang the doorbell, once, twice, three times, before he opened the door, and gasped. “Aelin?”

He had been sleeping. His hair was a mess, and his voice was tired, but his eyes were wide and alert as he took me in. “What happened?”

My eye was throbbing, so I could only imagine what I looked like.

He pulled me into the house, and into his arms. “Did he do this to you?”

Yes. Yes, he did. I hated him. I hated him, so much. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“You can stay here whenever you need to,” he replied, without any hesitation. “Whenever you want to.”

 

Aelin.

10:45 a.m.

Discomfort was an understatement.

I could hear his footsteps behind me, his befuddled grunts, his eyes glaring into the back of my head. I wasn’t going to back down, though. I wasn’t going to let him change my plans.

Unfortunately, neither was he.

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anonymous asked:

Question of the day: why is it Morality, Logic, Anxiety and Prince/y, but never Creativity? Is it just that it's too long to say/write? Because it feels sometimes like we discard most of what Roman is by not calling him what he is. It's like if we only referred to Logan as 'teacher'.

@what-even-is-thiss I’m passing this question on to you because you’re way better at explaining things like this. Also, I am simply curious what your thoughts on this are. XD

My guess would be that Princey kinda simply likes being called Princey because of his love for Disney? I’ve been asking myself the same question but I don’t really have found an answer yet.
I mean he’s even dressed like a Prince. That’s what he chose for himself as Thomas’s creative side. I really think it’s mainly because of Thomas’s love for Disney. I suppose another person’s creativity could also be dressed like a magician/wizard or anything fantasy-related. And also maybe the word creativity is simply too long and doesn’t sound as good as Prince(y).

“Our first hello and final goodbye.” [f]

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

Inspired by: Lost Boy - Troye Sivan

[Prologue] [a[b] [c] [d] [e] [f] [g] [h] [i] [j:END] 


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Jungkook’s p.o.v

Neither of us moved an inch, our faces were so close to each other than I could hear her breathing so clear. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster, the longer I stayed standing here. I’m pretty sure she could feel the beating of my heart, considering how my chest was pressed against her back. 

I’m going to be honest and say, I don’t want to move. I liked how close we were standing with one another, not to make myself sound like some sort of creep or anything, but it was true I did like this proximity. I was completely spaced out just thinking about her that I didn’t realise she was waving her hand in front of my face and calling my name, and when I had realised I couldn’t have moved away any quicker.

“I’m so sorry.” I immediately apologised for my carelessness, bowing a good ninety degree bow. But then I heard her give out a slight chuckle.

“It’s okay Kookie, get up.” I stood upright just to meet eyes with her again, but I couldn’t look art her for long before I was flustered again and I felt my face grow hot. 

“Why are you so shy?” she asked me not once did she look away.

“It’s because whenever I’m around you noona, I get nervous, you make me nervous and I end up doing things that embarrasses myself.” I can’t believe I just said that to her, yet another embarrassing thing I’ve done in front of her.

“Is it only me that makes you feel this way?” she asked and I nodded, so slowly. “But why?” 

“Because I like you noona.” Shit… “I said that out loud didn’t I?” She didn’t answer my question, but instead she told me. 

“I like you too Jungkook, and yes in that way. So since we both feel the same about one another, why don’t we just try dating?” She was straightforward and honestly right now I appreciated that more than anything because I wouldn’t have had a clue on how to ask her out on a date otherwise, especially when I’ve never done so before. I didn’t even give her an answer I was smiling so much. Instead I did something that even I was shocked that I did it. I kissed her.


Finally updated this… [g]?

Party blues•Shawn Mendes

This is part two to the requested imagine ‘territory’

A/N: I’m problematic and i changed the POV I’m sorry. I also wrote this at 1 in the morning so that’s probably why it’s kinda sad and desperate. Hey hey!!!!!

Warnings: Swearing

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